tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187038762014-10-03T10:48:50.236+04:00Out in my headnickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.comBlogger376125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-38653009339490235942010-10-24T20:15:00.002+04:002010-10-24T20:15:55.037+04:00A new home!The blog has officially moved to <a href="http://www.outinmyhead.com">outinmyhead.com</a> - please update your bookmarks! :)nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-5083407291810462572010-10-11T06:32:00.000+04:002010-10-11T06:33:50.666+04:00Music Monday<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P5v24Q7i0EE?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P5v24Q7i0EE?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-28338406090867917532010-10-02T08:30:00.003+04:002010-10-02T09:10:22.863+04:00It Gets Better<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IcVyvg2Qlo?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IcVyvg2Qlo?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />The It Gets Better Project was started in response to the slew of LGBT teenagers who have committed suicide because of bullying and teasing at the schools on account of their sexuality. The project aims to teach LGBT teens that life really does get better for you as you grow older. A host of videos have been posted online so far contributing to the project, stories of adults around the world who have lived through the torment and teasing, and only come out stronger. While I mulled over the idea of doing a video myself (and I might do one later on), I thought of doing a quick blog post on the topic and to share my experiences growing up.<br /><br />I knew I was gay from a very young age, though I was unable to find a suitable word to express how I felt inside. As I entered my senior years of high school, I learned of the term 'gay', and only then began to understand what it meant. Of course, since I went to a segregated school run by Catholic nuns, I wasn't about to be throwing a coming-out party any time soon.<br /><br />In college however, I came out to group of friends and enjoyed being who I was. While I of course never rubbed my sexuality in anyone's face or made a big deal of it, I was technically the only other openly gay person on campus. As news of this spread, people in the campus would tease me with names, make snide remarks as I walked by, and generally give me a look filled with both bewilderment and disgust. While I was never physically assaulted (except on one occasion), the remarks made me feel like an outsider and completely ashamed of who I was. My grades suffered, I hated going to college, and most of the friends I had made in my first semester had transferred to universities abroad.<br /><br />My wake up call came when I was sitting in my campus guidance councilor's office with my mum, discussing my then 1.9 GPA score. The looming threat of expulsion was enough to give me the slap I needed. I got my head back on straight, dove back into my studies, and worked my ass off to bring my grades back in check. But something else happened to me - I was fed up with taking shit from everyone there; fed up of people looking at me like I was some kind of parasite, and fed up of putting up with everyone's ignorance. Any time I heard someone saying something about me as I walked by, I would back track and ask them to say it to my face. Or I would just whip round and slap them back with a sarcastic remark (like asking one guy if his hair was so greasy because he ejaculated into it every morning). While my retorts didn't get me into fights or any kind of trouble, it did teach people that I was done being the 'gay pushover' everyone thought I was. Thanks to my wicked gift of gab, I was able to out-talk and out-smart anyone who dared to say anything against me from that day forth. My grades fell back into check and I graduated magna cum laude in the end.<br /><br />While I did decide to take matters into my own hands at university, this isn't necessarily the lesson I want to teach today. If you are being bullied or harassed at school or university, report it. Don't let anyone say that you are weak, pathetic, or deserve to die. By letting a bully get to you, you're letting them have that control over you. No one said life is easy, and take it from me, growing up is the hardest part of it. That's not to say that being an adult is any easy either - even LGBT adults face the same crap we went through as teenagers...it's a never ending battle. But never ever let someone tell you that your life is not worth living, not even for a second. Despite all the stuff that people say and do to you, in spite of all the hate that is in the world, there are many like you who have weathered the storm and come through beaten and bruised, but stronger and wiser. When I look back at those years now, it was only because of sheer determination and the company of a few loving friends that I was able to put things behind me and put at end to the bullying.<br /><br />In the face of all that you are going through now, it gets better.<br /><br />It really does.<br /><br /><br />To submit your video and view others, click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/itgetsbetterproject">here</a>.nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-73642207187238403012010-09-28T22:34:00.002+04:002010-09-28T22:35:17.147+04:00Papa Don't Preach<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KeX4-d0jOoc/TKI1VZtsaGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/nr9LVRWN90w/s1600/reli.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KeX4-d0jOoc/TKI1VZtsaGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/nr9LVRWN90w/s320/reli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522034734905714786" border="0" /></a>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-38768264565588431952010-09-27T09:04:00.003+04:002010-09-27T09:25:01.949+04:00I Like Anal Sex With GoatsThis was pretty much what was filling up my Twitter feed yesterday - people confessing their new-found fetish for goat-love.<br /><br />At first it appeared on a couple of my gay friends on Twitter, which led me to consider if this was some new 'coming out' lingo building up to Coming Out Day on Oct 11th. But then other people started posting the same thing, so I figured that it was some kind of annoying Twitter bug (again).<br /><br /><a href="http://www.theoatmeal.com">The Oatmeal</a> was one of the poor souls who was sucked into this goat orgy, but was quick to declare his views on the subject:<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KeX4-d0jOoc/TKAqRfO1T6I/AAAAAAAAAi0/kVyA8af2jrA/s1600/168440361.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KeX4-d0jOoc/TKAqRfO1T6I/AAAAAAAAAi0/kVyA8af2jrA/s320/168440361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521459623086084002" border="0" /></a></div><br />After enduring a good half an hour of goat tweets, I decided to tweet:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I like anal sex with men <--- this is a genuine tweet.</span><br /><br />All the goat jokes aside, you know what would have been REALLY funny? If the bug had hit accounts such as Obama, Oprah, Dalai Lama, or any of the celebs. Think how funny this would look:<br /><br />@Oprah: I like anal sex with goats<br />@kinggayle: WTF?<br />@aplusk: Twitpic or it didn't happen.nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-25221615925043301912010-09-06T11:31:00.008+04:002010-09-08T12:07:18.774+04:00Call MeWe've all been there - the long hold times, the constant transferring to other departments, the useless ticket numbers, and those awkward times when all you hear is heavy breathing on the other line as the 'system processes your request'. Having read <a href="http://fakeplasticsouks.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-call-is-important-to-us.html">this post</a> on the frustrations when dealing with call centers, I decided to share what I believe are the "10 commandments of call centers".<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The 10 commandments of call centers</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Phone numbers are for wimps</span><br />The new craze is to use your company name instead of a support phone number. So a support number will now read as 800-SUPPORT rather than an actual number. I had an annoying time trying to dial 800-BANK to find out that it was spelt 800-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BANQUE</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Always give the customer plenty of menu choices.</span><br />Dial 1 for Arabic, 2 for English, 3 for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Swahli</span>, 4 for Klingon, and 5 for Morse code. Nothing satisfies a customer than having to hear a long list of options only to find out that the option they want isn't on the menu they've selected. Also, it's a good idea to make the most requested option the last one on the menu list.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Be wise when selecting your on-hold music</span><br />Nothing is soother to listen to than your corporate garbage or Kenny G stuck in an infinite loop. At least with Kenny G you can visualize yourself sitting at a Starbucks with a nice coffee. And if you really want to appear 'hip and trendy' to your callers, just use one of the local radio stations as your on-hold music. After all, who wouldn't want to call up to listen to annoying hyperactive <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">douchebag</span> at the radio station from hell?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. The customer's name is not important</span><br />When you ask for the customer's name, make sure you write it down. Then, remove the third letter and replace it with K. Swap around at least two of the vowels, and add a T or F in the middle. If unfortunately you did not attend high school or have passed any grade of English spelling, feel free to play around with the letters until you come up with something that is 2% similar to the customer's name. "<span style="font-style: italic;">Hi there - this is Alex</span>" "<span style="font-style: italic;">Hello mister Lexy!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Always ask for something you know the customer won't have</span><br />A great technique for quickly disposing of a caller is to ask them for information that they will never possess, such as their complete 20 digit account number, their white blood cell count, or what they ate for lunch three weeks ago. If by some miracle a customer is able to provide you with all the necessary information, replace one of the digits and alert the customer that the information they're providing is incorrect.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Never underestimate the joy of outsourcing</span><br />Thanks to today's falling labor prices, companies are able to direct all their customer support to offshore sites. It isn't at all a requirement for the customer support to be in the same location or time zone as the customer, so when a customer calls and you've just started the graveyard shift, feel free to act irritated and uninterested until you get your dose of caffeine.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Repetition is the key</span><br />If a customer says "What?", make sure you repeat at least the last three sentences over to them, preferably in a slow, monotone voice that you would use when trying to negotiate with a charging rhino.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Customers love to get ticket numbers</span><br />If a customer won't stop talking and it's getting close to your lunch break, give them a ticket number. Ticket numbers are great for giving customers false hope that their problem has been put into a 'queue' for resolution.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Don't let a customer scream at you</span><br />If a customer gets angry, put them on hold. There is nothing more soothing than some quality time with Kenny G.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Offer to be helpful at all times</span><br />Even if you haven't solved the customer's problem, thank them for calling you and ask if there is anything else you can help with. When customers hear this, they will feel appreciated and will certainly call again to report a problem.<br /><br />EDIT: <a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/customer_service">Why I'd rather be punched in the testicles than call customer service</a>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-58112481271660504052010-08-30T08:29:00.001+04:002010-08-30T08:29:50.471+04:00Music Monday<center><object width="320" height="205"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoFtvCeTVN0?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoFtvCeTVN0?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="205"></embed></object></center>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-35556010478944124722010-08-23T08:29:00.003+04:002010-08-23T08:33:52.504+04:00Music MondayToday's Music Monday goes out to Rob from Channel 4 FM, for giving me a great start to the day!<br /><center><br /><object width="320" height="205"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxraK6rqfwM?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxraK6rqfwM?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="205"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/co6WMzDOh1o?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/co6WMzDOh1o?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /></center><br /><br />Follow all the madness of the iMorningZoo <a href="http://www.twitter.com/imorningzoo">here</a>!nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-7255950458764874022010-08-20T14:10:00.003+04:002010-08-20T14:41:02.854+04:00I Am Not A Robot<center><img style="width: 426px; height: 350px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/theregos/telephone.jpg" /><br /><br /></center><br />Technology never ceases to amaze me. Today I had the pleasure of dealing with my first automated telephone operator when I called a shopping mall desk to try to get the phone number of one of their stores.<br /><br />OP: Hello! Welcome to ________! (Arabic voice instructing to press 1 or 2 for language)<br />Me: (presses 2)<br />OP: What would you like to inquire? About?<br />Me: Shop inquiry<br />OP: Okay then. Shop Inquiry. Please say the name of the shop you would like to inquire about<br />Me: Emirates Computers<br />OP: I'm sorry. I did not understand that. Please say the name of the shop you would like to inquire about<br />Me: EMIRATES COMPUTERS<br />OP: Okay. You said European Jewellery. Is this correct? Please say Yes or No<br />Me: NO<br />OP: Please say the name of the shop you would like to inquire about<br />Me: EMMMIIIRRRAAAAYYTESSSS KOMPUUUTERZZZZ<br />OP: Okay. You said European Jewellery. Is this correct? Please say Yes or No<br />Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO<br /><br />I'm just going to fucking drive over to the mall and visit the damn store myself.nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-25550583140030605872010-08-18T11:49:00.002+04:002010-08-18T11:50:58.535+04:00Life Is A FlowerTo my secret admirer,<br /><br />I know I've got my little delivery already on my birthday, but if there ever was another time that I could use a little cheering up, it would be now.<br /><br /><br />xxxnickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-49726987165611046112010-08-16T09:41:00.000+04:002010-08-16T09:43:06.555+04:00Music Monday<center><object width="340" height="216"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8-kgorPKrc?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8-kgorPKrc?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="216"></embed></object></center>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-51206205198064373872010-08-14T16:38:00.003+04:002010-08-14T17:13:24.960+04:00Say It Isn't SoRamadan began this week in Dubai, and the first thing that I see is how everything suddenly becomes about food. I drive along SZR and there are adverts for KFC, Hardees, and Pizza Hut, offering spectacular 'Ramadan Meals'. Not to be offensive, but I really don't think anyone in their right mind would want to break their fast with 3 pieces of chicken and a Pepsi. Magazines scream "<span style="font-style: italic;">Dubai's most stylish Iftar buffets</span>" and "<span style="font-style: italic;">Best Iftar deals around!</span>", truly forgetting that Iftar isn't for shoveling food into your mouth. Then of course, there is the relentless advertising by hotels for their 'Iftar buffets'. As someone who regularly plans office events, I'm pretty much on every hotel's mailing list, so this week my Inbox has been flooded with deals from various hotel chains in town. It's sad to see that something as meaningful as Iftar has been hijacked by many hotels as a frantic bid to stay in business during these coming weeks.<br /><br />I decided to head over to a hotel's Iftar buffet yesterday just to see what all the commotion was about. At AED 150 per person, it was a scene reminiscent of Dubai's fabled Friday brunches. People piling food on to plates, chefs running around replenishing dwindling trays of food, children running around tables, and people with nauseating looks on their faces as they polished off their third plate of food. As someone who was invited to a family Iftar last year, this hotel scene is very different from what I experienced at my friend's place. We sat down to trays of rice, roast chicken, bread, vegetables, salad, and a seemingly endless supply of watermelon and fresh fruit. There was conversation, laughter, sharing, more laughter, and a real feeling of community. As a non-Muslim, it was a tremendous privilege to be a part of this family Iftar, and it certainly bested any bland hotel buffet.<br /><br />Wiki defines Iftar as "<span style="font-style: italic;">the evening meal when Muslims break their fast during the Islamic month of Ramadan. Iftar is one of the religious observances of Ramadan and is often done as a community, with people gathering to break their fast together.</span>" This is exactly my point - Iftars are a personal affair, and focus more on the bringing together of people than the food itself. It is a wonderful thing to be a part of, and as such I highly recommend the Iftar at the <a href="http://www.cultures.ae/ramadan.html"><strong>Sheikh Mohammed Centre for Cultural Understanding</strong></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">, </span>which offers a more traditional and enjoyable Iftar. I'm not saying that you should boycott hotel buffets or anything, but instead of shelling out money to go for an all-you-can-eat fiasco, just have a meal at home with friends and donate the cash you've saved to charity.<br /><br />Ramadan Kareem to you all!nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-35188560476988395512010-08-09T10:04:00.003+04:002010-08-09T10:09:42.961+04:00Music MondayOne of the things that pops up on Twitter is #MusicMonday, where people post what music they're listening to. I've decided to try and make this a weekly feature on the blog, so prepare to be inundated with my very random taste in music.<br /><br />For today, these are the following songs I certainly recommend listening to:<br /><br /><center><object width="320" height="205"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FV2ILnnTa0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FV2ILnnTa0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="205"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="320" height="205"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DIA1FuMib90&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DIA1FuMib90&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="205"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wavpWRK6IX8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wavpWRK6IX8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /></center>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-36888652321516260912010-08-08T09:15:00.002+04:002010-08-08T09:16:06.769+04:00Let's Call The Whole Thing OffThis is why it's always a good idea to go through your Junk folder, just for laughs.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hello Dear,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My name is Loyce, honest and nice looking girl .i am 24yrs old 165cm tall,chocolate skinned,with brown sexy eye balls looking for a man who can be a true friend and a close confidant,so i checked the site of acquaintance and found your profile very interesting and i would love for us to have communication.so please mail me on my email address </span><span style=";font-family:bookman old style,new york,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">and lets know each other better. have a lovely,beautiful,love filled week ahead as i expect your mail remember age and distance should not be a barrier to finding true friendship,it should not limit us from discovering the beauty that lies in between us ok, and i will send you my photo and tell you more about myself as soon as i get a mail from you thanks.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kiss</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Loyce</span><br /></span>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-24699351860708292042010-08-07T08:18:00.002+04:002010-08-07T08:18:44.489+04:00Ice Cream TruckWords<br /><br />fail<br /><br />me.<br /><br /><center><object width="340" height="216"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXXZpr8YlSI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXXZpr8YlSI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="216"></embed></object></center>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-67325104977728287912010-07-30T16:37:00.002+04:002010-07-30T16:39:28.109+04:00I Got It BadIf as a parent, you wonder if you child is gay, there is indeed a very simple thing that you can do to find out:<br /><br /><center><br /><a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/theregos/?action=view&current=97966998.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/theregos/th_97966998.jpg" border="0" ></a><br /></center>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-37245342987868247052010-07-27T02:15:00.004+04:002010-07-27T02:18:23.493+04:00Better The Devil You KnowOver the years, I've been asked all kinds of questions about my sexuality and the whole 'being gay' thing. Some questions are legitimate while others are just plain stupid. So in an effort to satisfy your knowledge of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">les</span> gays, I've put together a quick FAQ which I hope you will all find useful. Enjoy!<br /><br /><ol><li>Being gay does not mean I'm allergic to sports. </li><li>I am attracted to other gay men, not straight men. I do not enjoy barking up the wrong tree. </li><li>No, I don't fucking read Perez Hilton's blog or have anything to do with him. </li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brokeback</span> Mountain was a decent film. However please don't assume that all gay men like to have tent sex on some mountain. </li><li>Sex and the City is not our Bible. </li><li>Just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I can't whoop your ass if I needed to. </li><li>"If we allow gay marriage, then what's next, People marrying animals?" <-- I shit myself laughing when I hear this. </li><li>Being gay does not mean I aspire to be a woman. Don't make me come over there and prove that I've got a penis. </li><li>The fact you're worried that I'd fuck your boyfriend says far more about your relationship than it does about me. </li><li>Gay couples don't obsess over who's the 'husband' and who's the 'wife'. So stop fucking asking us. </li><li>Not all gay men want to belt out Cher numbers at karaoke. </li><li>Not all gays can tell the difference between 'Pink' and 'Fuchsia'. But there is a difference. </li><li>If you want to say something is stupid, please don't say "That's so gay". </li><li>Gays = evil, evil=devil, therefore devil is gay. Think about it - he's horny and flaming. </li><li>Just because I'm gay does not mean I'm going to hell. Come up with a better catchphrase. </li><li>Sister, if your boyfriend wants to be in a threesome with another man, he's gay. </li><li>Not all gay men go clubbing. Some of us spend time at home watching a movie or reading. Shocking, I know. </li><li>Even some gay men don't understand what '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">gaydar</span>' is. </li><li>A straight man can wear pink and still be a man. As long as it's not the same color as pink highlighter pen. </li><li>Gay men make great uncles who can spoil your kids and dress them up in fab gear because you're shit broke. </li><li>Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I want to attend your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bachelorette</span> party or baby shower. Thank you for the invite though. </li><li>If you're clean-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">shaven</span>, it does not mean you're gay. </li><li>If a gay man flirts with a straight man, that is a massive compliment. It means you also have a backup plan. </li><li>When a gay man is drunk, he does not become straight, he just gains a fascination with female anatomy. </li><li>Gay is NOT <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">contagious</span>. </li><li>No, we don't go into the changing rooms at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cK</span> and dry-hump the posters. </li><li>I'm gay and I own electronic devices that are not vibrators. </li><li>No it doesn't hurt. And it actually feels really good. If it hurts, you're not doing it right. </li><li>I am not afraid of the word "vagina". Its a word. I will however, not inspect it on your behalf.</li><li>Yes, I CAN know that I'm gay even if I've never tried having sex with a girl. Deal with it. </li><li>Stop asking us if we watch Queer Eye for the Straight Guy or any other gay-friendly programming. </li><li>Gay men aren't out to 'convert' straight men like a religious cult. "Hello, care to hear about the healing power of cock?" </li><li>Gay men play video games too. </li><li>Not every gay guy creams himself over Jake <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Gyllenhaal</span>. </li><li>If a gay guy comes out, support and love him. Don't assume that he's about to do drag. </li><li>Girls, please stop saying "Oh what a waste!" when you find out a guy is gay. It is NOT a compliment. </li><li>Lesbians aren't the natural enemy of gay men. Homophobes are. </li><li>Ladies, just because we're gay doesn't mean we want to know that you're on your period. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Hokay</span>? </li><li>It is entirely possible for a gay man to not giggle like a schoolgirl at the mention of the number 69. </li><li>We all have the ability to talk like a stereotypical gay man with a lisp. Most of us just choose not to. </li><li>It's unfortunate, but gay men can and do get crushes on straight friends. It does not however mean we want to give you a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">blowjob</span>. </li><li>If you're on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Manjam</span>.com, admit it. I have an account because it amuses me greatly to see men searching for '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">soulmates</span>' on it. </li><li>Like most women, we too don't like it when 35 minutes into a date the other guy is taking his pants off. </li><li>I'm gay, not "a" gay. Learn the fucking difference, bitch.</li><li>I'm gay, not a cookbook. ...or a hair stylist. ...or a make-up artist. ...or a florist. ...or a porn star.... </li><li>3 months is not a long term relationship. Period. </li><li>Gay men ARE NOT A BREED OF MAN. "Oh, you're gay! I have a gay friend, you should totally meet!" Seriously. </li><li>When a group of gay man decide to go on a trip, it doesn't necessarily mean they will spend days in a roman orgy. </li><li>Gay men who moan about how men are shit have been dumped. Get over it. You're making the rest of us look bad. </li><li>Looking at a naked woman to me is like looking at a chair: I'm quite indifferent to it. The difference is I WILL find a use for the chair </li><li>Not every gay man worships Madonna. But it IS true that 95% of gay men will like at least one Madonna song... the other 5% are in denial. </li><li>A dance song with a big black diva singing, 'It's all right' or 'Be yourself' or any variation on that theme will become a gay dance classic. </li><li>Every gay at one point catwalks down the hall to a pop song. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Beyonce</span> gets the best of all of us. </li><li>Men, like lottery tickets, should not be had every day. The odds are the same. </li><li>Gay men can wear other colors besides pink. It's not like we're going against a gay code or anything. </li><li>You don't HAVE to love Will&amp;Grace to be a respectable gay man. </li><li>Ladies, when a guy says he's gay. Don't fall for him. He's not going to change his mind. </li><li>Not all gay men aspire to wear <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">women's</span> clothes. Most are quite happy in men's garments. </li><li>Rosie O'Donnell is not the emperor of gay people and sometimes just needs to shut up. (Ellen is cool however). </li><li>Gay life can be empty and depressing, but bitching about it outside the confines of a few close friends will get you tagged as bitter. </li></ol>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-25568082344873947202010-07-12T13:29:00.007+04:002010-08-14T21:41:57.898+04:00Common PeopleI love my phone.<br /><br />And not just because it's pink and has stickers like "I love the UPS guy" on it, but because my phone is a doorway for a flood of entertaining spam to try and get through. When I'm not frantically deleting SMS messages about international phone rates, or special offers at an overpriced steakhouse, I'm dealing with complete morons calling me up for random customer service surveys or some other shit.<br /><br />A new thing I've discovered is that word has got out that I have a lot of money and need to invest it somewhere as clearly I'm a complete moron when it comes to saving and apparently stuffing wads of cash under my mattress isn't a great idea. But back to my phone call - I got a call from a 'reputed financial advisor' who has probably called at least four of the people reading this blog post. By the end of the conversation I had caused myself a serious hernia from holding in my laughter, as well as making the guy feel about 2 inches tall.<br /><br />So if you're tired of random strangers calling you up and telling you that they have a better idea what you can do with your money, then read on:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(phone rings)</span><br />me: Hello?<br />Caller: Hi there! This is Daniel calling from _________ - am I speaking to Mr. _______?<br />me: Yes you are<br />Caller: <span style="font-size:78%;">(exploding with excitement that I'm the first person who's not told him to fuck off yet)</span> OH HI THERE!<br />me: Hiiii.........<br />D: How are you?<br />me: I'm doing good - doing really good!<br />D: Do you have a few moments to talk?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(At this point I've now stepped away from my desk at work, having made up my mind to compeletly screw this guy into oblivion)<br /></span><br />me: sure go ahead - what can I help you with?<br />D: Oh great - well I got your contact from a colleague of mine.....<br />me: oh really? Which colleague was that?<br />D: Sorry?<br />me: Who did you get my number from?<br />D: Oh right - sorry! I got it from my colleague Sayed - he said you'd be keen to hear what we can offer you.<br />me: Sayed? Sayed..Sayed....Oh yes Sayed! I remember him! <span style="font-size:78%;">(I've never known anyone with that name in my life!)</span><br />D: That's great! So..<br />me: I didn't know he was working for _______ now! That's great news! How's he doing?<br />D: Uh - yea he's doing good now... <span style="font-size:85%;">(clearly bullshitting along with me at this point)</span><br />me: Oh that's really good to hear - I didn't hear back from him after his divorce<br />D: Yea - well he's a good guy, he's doing much better now<br />me: That's great - well do pass on my regards!<br />D: Oh yea, I will....<br />me: Great - so Daniel, what can I help you with?<br />D: <span style="font-size:85%;">(breathing a very loud sigh of relief) </span>Ok great! Well as I said I'm calling from ________ and just wanted to talk to you about a new package that we've launched that I think you'd be interested in.<br />me: Sure - go for it!<br /><br />(Proceeds to go on long-winded description of said package and financial benefit, and how over a period of years I can reap the benefits bla bla bla)<br /><br />D: So how does that sound?<br />me: Well it sounds quite interesting actually<br />D: That's great - just what I wanted to hear. I can come and meet you in person to talk to you about the package some more as well as answer any questions you may have. Can I just ask you a few basic questions?<br />me: Sure no problem - go ahead!<br />D: Excellent - so I'm assuming that you're British?<br /><br />I'm going to pause at this point and say a couple of things. Firstly, I'm not British. Secondly, I honestly understand why the guy would have made this mistake because I have a lot of British coworkers, and over the past 4 years their accent has rubbed off a bit into the way I talk. But I digress...<br /><br />me: Actually, I'm not British, I'm Indian.<br />D: Oh really? So sorry about that - I couldn't quite place your accent...really sorry about that.<br />me: That's okay.<br />D: So moving on, can I ask what salary you are on?<br />me: salary?<br />D: Yes salary - how much do you earn per month?<br />me: Oh I don't earn anything per month<br />D: Sorry?<br />me: I don't work<br />D: So you're unemployed?<br />me: No, I don't work because I don't need to<br />D: Er - so you don't have a permanent job in the UAE?<br />me: No, I don't have a permanent job, I mostly do freelance work if I want to<br />D: <span style="font-size:85%;">(clearly disappointed)</span> Okay, so you're not working full time at the moment then. Do you have any funds or assets here in the UAE?<br />me: Yes, I have some money here in a savings account<br />D: <span style="font-size:85%;">(clearly not interested at this point)</span> Oh okay, so how much do you have in savings?<br />me: I think about 2<br />D: 2?<br />me: Yea, about 2 maybe, it might be a bit more or less.<br />D: 2 what? Thousand?<br />me: Oh no, 2 million<br />D: 2 MILLION?<br />me: Yes about 2 million I think<br />D: Are you serious?<br />me: Of course I'm serious<br />D: No seriously, you have 2 million in savings?<br />me: Yes, why do you think I do only freelance?<br />D: Wow - I mean really, you have 2 million in your bank account?<br />me: Is that a problem?<br />D: No no, of course not! No problem at all! <span style="font-size:85%;">(I can hear him hyperventilating at this point) </span>We can certainly help you invest that money so you can get a quicker return!<br />me: Oh but I've already got someone for that<br />D: Sorry?<br />me: yes, yes, I am working with _______ from ________ who is helping me with my investments quite well for the past couple of months<br />D: Oh okay, so you wouldn't be interested in meeting with me to discuss any help with your finances?<br />me: No, I think I'm quite happy with _________<br />D: Okay then, well thanks a lot for your time and have a great day, but do feel free to call me if you need anything at all.<br />me: Sure, no problems at all!<br />D: Okay - well bye then!<br />me: Oh, Daniel?<br />D: Yes?<br />me: Could you please give me Sayed's number? It would be great to catch up with him after so long!<br />D: You know I'll just ask him to call you back instead if that's okay with you<br />me: Sure, no problem at all - have a great day Daniel!<br />D: Bye. <span style="font-size:78%;">(click)</span>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-2923927358822720142010-07-02T11:55:00.006+04:002010-07-02T13:29:54.564+04:00Meri MarziFor those of you who've been catching my Twitter feed, you'll know that I was in India this past week, and while I was there I lost my very swanky Olympus camera. Luckily on my last day before flying back to Dubai, I managed to get it back. So for your entertainment, here's an account of what happened:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday -</span> took a 'cool cab' from the hotel to the office with laptop and camera in tow. Got up to the office and realized two hours later that I had left the camera in the cab. I call the hotel and inform them to call me if anyone hands it in. My coworkers happily inform me that I should kiss my camera goodbye.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday - </span>still no sign of the camera, and nothing turned into the hotel.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday - </span>check out of the hotel and inquire one last time if a camera has been handed in. Concierge turns up with nothing so I woefully check out of the hotel and call for a cab.<br /><br />Now here's where life gets hilarious - as fate would have it, the same cab driver pulls up to the hotel. Clearly I've got the memory of a goldfish, so I fail to recognize him but he instantly knows who I am as we pull out of the hotel parking. He then proceeds to refresh my memory by saying that he has picked me up from the hotel before, and if I have lost anything. I sit bolt upright in my seat and in my 3rd grade Hindi tell him that I've misplaced my camera. The chap then tells me (to my surprise) that he handed it in to the hotel on Tuesday night. With a bellowing <span style="font-style: italic;">"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">VAPAS</span>!!"</span> (translation: 'go back') to the driver, he makes a 180 turn in the middle of the road and tears down towards the hotel. He pulls up to the taxi queue at the back of the hotel and proceeds to explain to his boss and the security guard what exactly my predicament is. Within 20 seconds, there is a small mob of drivers around my cab, eagerly trying to find out what's going on, while my driver is spinning a tale about how close he came to missing me etc. After what seems like ages, one of the hotel security staff emerges with my camera in tow - he hands over my camera, apologizes for the delay, and the whole escapade is over.<br /><br />Of course, not without first taking a photo of my heroes:<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/theregos/ind-2.jpg" /><br /><br /></center>I love India.nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-31617052142011685422010-06-30T07:29:00.008+04:002010-06-30T08:43:21.027+04:00Fire with Fire<center><br /><img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/theregos/eatpraylove.jpg" /><br /><br /></center><br /><div><br />Eat, Pray, Love.<br /><br />I've just finished reading this book and can't wait to recommend it for my next book club meeting. While I would love to sit here and describe to you in detail what the book is about, that's not the purpose of this post. What I will tell you is a couple of things I'd like to share with you<br /><ol><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eat</span> - the first word of the book's title encourages us to eat; to enjoy food to the supreme. This of course does not equal gluttony, but merely suggests that food is more than something to satiate our basic hunger. Food evokes emotion as well - it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">conjures</span> memories of childhood meals, joins people together in celebration, and stirs passion in the heart of a cook. Enjoy the food that you eat and appreciate the effort and flavour that goes into it. I'm not saying that you mosey on down to your nearest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mc</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Donalds</span> and analyze the structural <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">prowess</span> of a Big Mac, but learn to enjoy the food that you eat and the satisfaction that it can bring you.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Even if you don't believe in it, pray</span> - while the author goes to great lengths to believe in the power of prayer and 'find God', you'd be surprised just how straightforward it can be. So many people say that when they've prayed for something, they've always got what they needed in some form of the other. Prayer is a powerful thing, and it is the act itself that sets the wheels of the universe in motion - the fact that you can concentrate all of your will into a singular thought, one prayer, one iota of hope that you will receive what you ask for, is truly what drives you towards that goal.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Give thanks</span> - be thankful for what you have in your life and what has been given to you. The age old tale "there's always someone who's worse off than you" is very true, though when it's being thrown at you by your mom it loses its effect. Be thankful that you woke up to go through another day. Be thankful that you have a job. Be thankful that you have people in your life that love you. Be thankful for every single blessing that comes your way, and even be thankful for the bad times in life, as they only come your way to show yourself that you can get through pretty much anything that life can throw at you.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Truly learn to love</span> - while many will attribute love to a relationship, this is not always the case. Love surrounds, envelops, and cradles us in times when we think we cannot push forward. Love comes from friends, family, pets, and everything around us. If you are able to truly love something in your life, that love will never disappoint or desert you. This may sound like something from a Hallmark card, but I'm talking from personal experience here. In times where I would think that my life had little meaning, I would remember all the people in my life who loved me and enjoyed spending time with me - the effects can be remarkable.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Learn to let go</span> - the sooner you realize that you don't control your life, the easier things are going to be. People spend ridiculous amounts of time in their life trying to control everything and trying to make sure that things go exactly as they want them to. And when they don't turn out the right way, it leaves this feeling of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">disappointment</span> that can often be hard to get over. You can of course control (to an extent) what job you get, what friends you have, or even who you get as a partner, but outside of that everything is left to the cogs of the universe.</li></ol>And to kind of wrap things up, here's a sneak peek at the upcoming movie based on the book:<br /></div><br /><br /><center><object width="340" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZzmqHJ0gPU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZzmqHJ0gPU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="340"></embed></object></center>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-8717899998098213442010-06-08T21:23:00.001+04:002010-06-08T21:25:03.708+04:00Party To UranusYou have to fucking see it to believe it.<br /><br /><center><object width="340" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWYXIuuI-Rg&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWYXIuuI-Rg&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="340"></embed></object></center>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-71214913949519671112010-05-29T20:28:00.002+04:002010-05-29T20:45:48.207+04:00Could You Be LovedAs per tradition, I got my yearly email from <a href="http://futureme.org/">Futureme.org</a>, and it's kinda spooky how accurate things have turned out!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear FutureMe,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I decided to send this email out a few days after your birthday, simply because I wanted it to appear on a random day. Truth be told, I could have sent it to you in August if I wanted to piss you off, but I think I'm too nice to do that to you. Happy Belated Birthday by the way.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So let's get the regular stuff out of the way - you're single but happy with it, and most likely you've moved in with that insane couple (you know who I'm talking about) or you've finally got you own place (but you spend 90% of your time at their house anyway). You're in the same job and the stress is getting to you, but know your job there's little you can do about it. Hopefully your travel plans this year are a bit more exciting? Please for the love of god don't go to UK again and call that a vacation - go someplace new for a change!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I really don't want to spend the rest of this email listing out what has and has not happened for you, but instead I want to remind you of a few things that you may have forgotten about.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You are an amazing, AMAZING person. Never EVER change for anyone or lose sight of who you are. This may sound like some sentimental crap that I've stolen from a Hallmark card, but it's seriously the truth. Stop spending time in your day dreaming about things to come or 'what if' scenarios. Screw all of that and live in the MOMENT. You are funny, fabulous, and a fantastic friend to the lucky few who know you. One day someone will be lucky enough to have you all to themselves, but until then you are destined to enjoy life and have some truly amazing experiences and opportunities. Life will never stand still for you, and the world loves you because of that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So go out and live a little every once in a while - you are fucking worth it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Love always,</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">PastMe</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">P.S Hope your birthday was a blast! Karaoke again I assume?</span>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-83747478122510496702010-05-22T18:21:00.003+04:002010-05-22T18:23:52.522+04:00Happy Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KeX4-d0jOoc/S_foylQ5t2I/AAAAAAAAADw/FbTjMjoSxy0/s1600/flower.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KeX4-d0jOoc/S_foylQ5t2I/AAAAAAAAADw/FbTjMjoSxy0/s320/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474099827786233698" border="0" /></a><br />To my anonymous admirer,<br /><br />Thank you once again for the flowers :)<br /><br /><br />In other news, Happy Birthday to me!nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-11280318793204511512010-05-14T11:12:00.000+04:002010-05-14T11:13:19.413+04:00Levity<center><object width="300" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8WIEt2HaJw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8WIEt2HaJw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"></embed></object></center>nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703876.post-26809949339317129382010-05-08T08:02:00.003+04:002010-05-08T08:22:58.195+04:00Not that kind<center><br /><img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/theregos/str8.jpg" /><br /><br /></center><br />I'd like to share something with you all. I really like socializing with most straight men. And before you pull the old 'oh he just wants to get into his pants' card, let me explain.<br /><br />The reason I like having straight men in my life is because they're just so <span style="font-style: italic;">easy</span> to get along with. You know beforehand that you're not going to end up sleeping with this guy, so you can sit down and have a thoroughly entertaining conversation with him without the fear that he's going to whip out his family jewels. The best part about most of the straight men in my life is that I can flirt uncontrollably with them and they don't bat an eyelid - in fact, some of them even enjoy the extra attention.<br /><br />What I don't like is when I hear gay men trying to 'convert' straight men - this ain't any on-off switch honey, so don't bother. 'Converting' straight men sounds just way too cumbersome and almost makes gay people sound like some sort of cult - or even worse, like the lunatics who come around your houses asking if you've welcomed Jesus in your life.<br /><br />I mean, can you really see this 'conversion' scenario happening:<br /><br />*knock* *knock*<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Straight man:</span> Yes?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gay man</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">: </span></span>Hi there sir! I'm here to talk to you about the healing power of cock!<br /><br />Me thinks not.nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10296679435981032615noreply@blogger.com1